Time

[lastofvaldemar]

How long have we been here, anyway? I keep losing track. With all the time the ship's been traveling...

[Sigh.]

Unless my counting is off it's...just about springtime.

Comments

[lilyground]

I've been here since... for...

[1 year is 12... October, November, December...]

19 months...? Yeah. So, 19 months, I think.

[lastofvaldemar]

[Ohgod. Children. Play it cool, Vanyel. Just...relaaaaax and try to be nice.]

That's a long time. When's your birthday?

[lilyground]

March 13th. When's yours?

[lastofvaldemar]

I'm... It was yesterday.

[shadesofeco]

About a year and a half.

I'm pretty sure this Golden Shore story is yakow shit.

[lastofvaldemar]

Do you? And what do you base that on?

[It's said mildly, he's honestly curious. It's true that this....is far from normal, but this distance from the beaten path how do you know what's right and what's off-hand?]

[shadesofeco]

The fact that we still haven't reached it in a year.

The crew keep making excuses. I don't buy it.

[lastofvaldemar]

Bron Valdemar traveled for three years before reaching Haven. The world is a very wide place, my friend.

[ttlynotawizard]

Something important in spring?

[lastofvaldemar]

Not as such, no. How long did you say you'd been aboard, love?

[ttlynotawizard]

Van, you know the answer to that. I've told you a million times it's been about a year and a half.

Now what happens in spring?

[lastofvaldemar]

The days get longer.

[There's a grin in his voice, teasing. Whatever it is, he's not talking about it]